Tuesday, June 09, 2009

The power of doubt

I caught a snippet of a beautiful poem whilst listening to the radio the other day. On being right. And being certain. And on the beauty and importance of doubt.

From the place where we are rightFlowers will never bloom in the spring.The place where we are rightIs hard, and trampled like a yard.But doubts and loves dig up the worldLike a mole, a plough.And a whisper will be heard in the placeWhere the ruined house once stood.

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Like you Ilove love, life, the sweet smellof things, the sky-bluelandscape of January days.And my blood boils upand I laugh through eyesthat have known the buds of tears.I believe the world is beautifuland that poetry, like bread, is for everyone.And that my veins don't end in mebut in the unanimous bloodof those who struggle for life,love,little things,landscape and bread,the poetry of everyone.